Website here.
The collaged bits along the right side of the canvas (found objects), though not really visible in this image, make the painting.
Website here.
The collaged bits along the right side of the canvas (found objects), though not really visible in this image, make the painting.

The art of Jennifer McCarthy, apparently the wife of another McCarthy.
Interview here (complete with music!).
CARRIE BROWNSTEIN: What’s the last book you read or film you saw that made you want to go home and play music?
THURSTON MOORE: I think it was probably reading Foam of the Daze by Boris Vian — the surreality and romantic energy of it, and its love of Duke Ellington, made me want to play.
Vian’s death was an interesting one (in any of the versions):
The story goes like this: Having had a heart condition all his life which should have prevented him being exuberant in all things (but didn’t) in 1959 at age 39 he went to a screening of a really bad film based on his book I spit on your graves. Apparently he had “forgotten” to take his heart medicine that morning. He did not approve of the film and had not been involved in the screenplay. After 10 minutes he apparently stood up and said “These are supposed to be Americans? My arse!” Then he collapsed and died….
or
On 23 June he went to a preview screening of the film J’irai cracher sur vos tombes. He strongly disapproved of the film’s treatment of his work, having battled with the film company for years and having all his own film treatments of the book rejected by the producers. Having forgotten to take his medicine that morning, and very agitated, the experience literally killed him.
After ten minutes of attendance, seated in an armchair, he collapsed and died.
I started, if I recall, with Heartsnatcher.

from APOD via Bruce Sterling.
Julius Evola, Ur-Fascist, on Dada: Happy Labor Day.
Hans Bellmer, artist, photographer, lover of Unica Zürn.
Bellmer’s relationship with Zürn was fraught with tensions and her eventual suicide (she leapt from the window of the aprtment they shared together) has been variously blamed on the influence of Bellmer and of Henri Michaux. Comments like Bellmer’s in Die Puppe don’t help matters; he wrote that his aesthetics was “a wish to conserve the tragic and precise trace of a falling naked body, from the window onto the sidewalk, as a strange object [trans. Caroline Rupprecht].” Zürn was hospitalized multiple times for mental illness in the years leading up to her suicide, and her writing has a sort of urgent, claustrophobic intensity that makes it easy for later readers to speculate on how closely the art mirrored the mind. Dark Spring is a short, taxing read and the most readily available text in english.
Bellmer’s work (artbooks here, here, here) is uncanny and has a sort of sinister, erotic vibe to it that I’m not used to seeing in Surrealism. His Die Puppe is available in english, but looks to be out of print.

Zürn the model on the left?
She herself was an artist as well as a writer. Check out this post for a sample of her work.